The death itself brought news of life for me
I’m a vanishing lamp, death is infinity for me
No one pleased me and brought joy in my life
Why weep now, when I no longer breathe life
I’m curbed to a corner engulfed in my distress
Almighty nurtures me in my bliss and distress
O the pious worshiper! Garden of Eden for you
Hence being a sinner; woe of hell for me though
I would lighten as a candle if flourished brightly
But the ambiance wasn’t in my support actually
Every heart and soul wishes for the same for me
If the mortal turns to dust, it’ll be infinity for me
Mortal has magnetic charm towards dust Anis
Karbala is for me! I’ve to bear it with endurance
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ḳhud naved-e-zindagī laa.ī qazā mere liye
sham-e-kushta huuñ fanā meñ hai baqā mere liye
zindagī meñ to na ik dam ḳhush kiyā hañs bol kar
aaj kyuuñ rote haiñ mere āshnā mere liye
kunj-e-uzlat meñ misāl-e-āsiyā huuñ gosha-gīr
rizq pahuñchātā hai ghar baiThe ḳhudā mere liye
tū sarāpā ajr ai zāhid maiñ sar-tā-pā gunāh
bāġh-e-jannat terī ḳhātir karbalā mere liye
naam raushan kar k kyūñkar bujh na jaatā misl-e-sham.a
nā-muvāfiq thī zamāne kī havā mere liye
har nafas ā.īna-e-dil se ye aatī hai sadā
ḳhaak tū ho jā to hāsil ho jilā mere liye
ḳhaak se hai ḳhaak ko ulfat taḌaptā huuñ ‘anīs’
karbalā ke vāste maiñ karbalā mere liye
Posted on: May 1, 2016
All the night long where a sad lamp flickers
Is such a dwelling on the way of blowy airs;
She would ardently love me; so to leave later
I was well aware of this skillfulness of hers
She has deserted me at a situation where
When I forget her, her memory appears
So Mohsin, I couldn’t sleep calmly any night
As she sometimes comes on the roof at night
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Tamam shab jahan jalta hai ik udas diya
Hawa ki rahon main ik aaisa ghar bhi aata hai
Woh mujhe toot ke chahay ga chor jaye ga
Mujhe khabar thi usay yeh hunar bhi aata hai
Wafa ki konsi manzil pe choda hai us ne
Ke woh yaad hamain bhool ker bhi aata hai
Isi liye main kisi shab na so saka “MOHSIN”
Woh maahtab kabhi baam per bhi tu aata hai
(By Mohsin Naqvi)
Violent winds though widespread in the air
The lamp is yet restoring its flame in the air;
It’s either meeting or getting ruined in love
I have thus sheltered moments of my grief;
There’s ecstasy and love all around, in the air
Who’s flying her lively apparel in the air?
The enjoyable days not assured to prolong
As it’s never temperance at least in love;
A flower has blossomed in budding spring
As if you’ve placed thy cheek on the palm;
May it be our friends, beloved or divinity!
All make false promises to us, the innocent;
Loveland is said to be so charismatic Faraz
Who started this malice of meet and detach;
Agarche zor hawaaon ne daal rakha hai,
Magar charaagh ne lau ko sambhaal rakha hai,
Mohabton main to milna hai ya ujad jaana,
Mizaaj-e-ishq main kab etidaal rakha hai,
Bhale dinon ka bharosa hi kya rahen na rahe,
So maine rishta-e-gham ko bahaal rakha hai,
Bhari bahaar main ik shaakh pr khilaa hai gulaab,
Ke jaise tu ne hatheli pe gaal rakha hai,
Faraz ishq ki duniya to khuubsurat thi,
Yeh kis ne fitna e hijr o visaal rakha hai.
Posted on: November 15, 2014
Spring breeze came to ask me
Who did chain up your feet?
You met once and never met again,
Thy remembrance, revisit over again;
See, the effect of my beloved’s thought,
Solitude now appears to be festivity;
A teardrop is akin to, my being flowing,
Deeper than the ocean is my serenity
It’s the dark spot where the wind came
Number of times, to light the lamp;
Neither had you said anything to me nor I,
Then what did the silence say repeatedly?
Of losing loveliness and liveliness of spring,
The ruthlessness of autumn overshadowed
Posted on: July 26, 2014
Once there lived a blind man in a small town. He always carried a lighted lamp in his hand whenever he went out at night.
On one dark night he was going with his lighted lamp in his hand. A group of men were passing that way.
They saw the blind man and made fun of him. They said,” O Blind man why do you carry the lighted lamp. You are blind and cannot see anything?
The blind man politely said, “This lamp is not for me, but for you people who have eyes. You may not see a blind man coming and push him. They felt ashamed and begged pardon.
Moral:
Think twice before you speak.
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